"You say we are not liked in the south land, but we tell you that the south-land people send many oxen, horses, and men to the north to find the snow,
"They pack us in the storehouses so that we may last until the hot weather, and when the summer fever comes all people need us."
"You have been studying this one great need of man a long time, we think," and the clouds bowed in scornful mock sympathy.
"We do many good things for man," continued the snow. "Thunder and lightning do him much harm and he fears them greatly; but the Creator sends us to comfort him. The lightning disappears from the earth for a time when the season of our appearance comes."
"You should wear a crown," suggested the clouds sneeringly.
"A king who wore one—the old King Dai-Sung—once said of us, 'Oh, snow, snow, how beautiful you are. It is good for flowers, good for grass, and good for trees that you are here.'
"And he said to the rose bushes, shrubs, and trees who were asleep, 'If you wish beauty in the spring time, you must have our friend the snow in the winter.'
"He laid his hand gently on his horses' necks and said, 'True helpers that are both feet and legs to me, it will soon be time for the green grass to appear. You
